how often have i worried and wondered... "what can be seen" ?
i spent so many years, with that tiny voice in my head...
"do they know? can they tell?"
social doubts were an invisible wall between me and intimacy.
the world was like one big courtroom.
i was the accused.
i felt guilty facing a jury, so i decided i needed a change of venue. a new paradigm was required.
in my mind,
i left the trial, and hit the stage.
everything became entertainment.
society became scenery,
and when i was in the mood to act out, they became my audience.
the judges became nothing more than critics,
and it became easy to absorb their opinions.
thanks for sharing.
this poem made me contemplate.